Heartless Angels Novel Oakley Novels & Stories

Angel out of nowhere asks me, previously sitting near me and with his diaries on the table. —What thing?— I see him dirty , he moves with his head towards the ladies. I shake my head. Nerd. This is every last bit of her, all Fair, I guarantee you, even though I kind of encouraged her to do a ceasefire with Greece earlier today. Angel smiles and glances at it before murmuring, “I'm happy .” I hope it's not steamy. I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw.

Oscar POV. I held the guy who hurt my baby, he thinks that heaven war was hard, wait till he sees my anger, he broke my little and now I'm here to break every single bone in his body, I'm here to break his spirit, to clip his wings off. He'll see pain like no other, the one who hurt her is a fallen angel, one that has fallen for the sky, he had his chance to be there, and he had his share of the war, but she was a child.

Mira wondered to herself since she was enjoying hearing the beat of Angel’s heart. Mira watched him run his hands over his hair as Angel didn’t care about messing his hair and just cry. Mira carefully studied Angel’s pain which started to make a different kind of noise that rang to her sensitive hearing. It was very full of heartache and longing that Angel started to do some flashing noise inside his mind. ‘Weak omega.’ ‘He’s being obvious on being gay.’ ‘Look at how he clings to the soon-to-be alpha.’ ‘He’s weakling but why he’s getting special treatment?’

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that after Angela and Todd, Owen was the third person who had found a place in her heart. Haley lifted her gaze, looking earnestly at Owen. "After this, I'm just scared that what happened to Owen could happen to Angela too. Can you promise to keep an eye on her, no matter what?" "Of course," came Ivan's immediate response. That little girl, like an angel of innocence, had entered his world. His heart, usually so guarded, had its walls come crashing down with just one look from her. He never understood why some people were so desperate to have daughters, but now he got a tiny glimmer of the joy they must feel.

Amelia turned, pried Yara's hand off her arm, and shot her a look that screamed, 'Enough already. Yara had hated her from day one, acting like Amelia's background made her unworthy of marrying into the Felton family. For five years, Yara had done everything to make Amelia's life harder—dumping out breakfasts, stomping on freshly washed clothes, you name it. But now? Amelia was done playing nice. Yara looked like she was about to snap again, but then her expression shifted. A smug, nasty smile crept across her face. "Selling scrap suits you," she sneered. "Oh, but you probably don't know yet—Chad's real love is back. Guess the outsider's finally getting kicked out."

“Go for the heart!” It’s just like it was in my office when Sebastian attacked us. I am holding him exposed, waiting for Angel to take him out. Unlike in my office, Angel’s fist punches directly under Keenan’s heart. I watch as she grabs his heart in her hand and I feel him flinch. She leans in, getting in his face. “You will never hurt anyone ever again, you disgusting creature.” I watch as her jaw sets and she rips his heart out of his body.

"Lylith, you always said you wanted a private island. But since you can't stand the cold, it has to be drenched in sunshine year-round." "You told me you envied birds—how they could soar freely and see the whole world beneath them. So I bought millions of drones behind her back. Now you can see every corner of the earth from above." "You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me."

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

Humiliation scorched every inch of me. I lifted my head and stared straight at him. "Ryan, if you humiliate me like this today, I will hate you for the rest of my life." When our eyes met, something flickered across his face. His body tensed, just barely. For a heartbeat, I thought he might help me up. Then, Olivia let out a weak little cry and collapsed into his arms. "Olivia!" Ryan's expression changed instantly. He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back.

I moved to the center of the room, confused when I saw no one. Then, a throat cleared, and I turned to see him standing by the window, his silhouette sharp and imposing. As he stepped into the light, I couldn't help but notice how striking he was. Handsome? No, that was not a word I should associate with him. He was heartless and an asshole, I reminded myself. "You asked for me?" I said, my voice wavering slightly. He didn't respond immediately, walking towards me with a predatory grace. When he reached me, he lifted a strand of my hair, letting it slip through his fingers. His touch was electric, and despite myself, I couldn't look away from his piercing eyes.